Death – the culmination of life.


What would happen on the day
When death tinkers in your life
This thought might recoil once
It turns a ‘men’ into ‘corpse’ I soliloquy
kith will pretending of regret by flowing false tears
Several examine you by discussing your deeds.
Pale face like a winter moon ignite on funeral pyre
ossesous turn into ash
Memories get fade with the passage of time
So what we earn worth by stay alive?
The only things which eternal relies on your deeds
It alive era to era never die
Embellish your deeds with great cause and painstaking
The actions never die, remain imortal with every rays of sunshine….

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